turning plum red, I snatched for my lunchbox and was simply kicked in the head by mean, old, nasy, rude, pig-headed, snot-faced Ryan Bryan Cryian Fyrian Tryian Guldfroom because he is simple minded and really insecure because he was teased back int the third grade by Tall Ty Todd several times a week for having a big, poofy, and curly red afro, a hair cut like that was simply a no-no way back then in that small, cramped, but pretty two roomed school house made from thick red bricks with gray, goopy mortar that was slapped in between the bricks in two seconds flat, with tall deep brown planks nailed to the roof, and green interior walls because the school ran out of money in the middle of building it and all they had left was three jumbo grand sizes of forest green paint that was slapped onto the walls as quickly as the mortar was slapped between the bricks.

Man it took forever to write this. It's hard to write badly

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